The Nearest Door

from by Robin Grey

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The title track of the album recorded live at The Mill with a cheeky ukulele overdub.

I think I remember this being the second take having only just taught the song to most of the band five minutes beforehand.


I am the only warm body here
Let me alone with my pen,
We want to consider the future

Will there be birds? Will there be bees? Will there be grass?
When all this progress has come to pass.
Will we still call each other James or John?

I am the only one still awake
All of the thinkers are sleeping chained to their waking spells
Tell me one thing, then one thing more
Bow down your head and exit the room via the nearest door
That leads back to the din from this enormous town

Turn out the light and come to bed
I see your head, i hear you heart and they both crave sleep
Will there be peace? Will there be love?
Will there be moments when the sky is freed from these omens
That others leave racing by day and by night
In such a rush to be so far away


from The Nearest Door, released October 1, 2011